Keep your blades sharp – A Cautionary Tale
by saxsquatch
He was just a boy when he bought his wooden
sword, and shield made out of plastic,
from a kiosk at a carnival.
Was a priceless prize, that weapon and it’s partner.
Security against every wolf and monster
and beggar and vagabond.
Life and livelihood assured.
He was a warrior then.
But time passes and, often cruelly.
The sword has broke, the shield
to small to strap. Was never seen fit
to buy another.
Defenseless.
Ripped apart by wolves and monsters.
Taken, by the vagabonds, for all he’s got.
Wretched and shameful.
Wretched,
and shameful,
and to top it all,
his car won’t start.
God Damn It.
